I took a look at the ice coffin, and it was clear that the dragon grass appeared magically the day after Artoria and I left. Half a year later, Xiao Heitan is still lying on the ice.

Inside the coffin?

"Magic idiot, I usually ask you to read more about the basics of magic. Where did you learn it? Do you think that you can resurrect just by feeding her Dragon Sun Grass?" Old Farah looked at me with disdain and said disdainfully.

"if not?"

I am the kind of person who appreciates kindness without repaying it.

I thought about it and said.

"It's best if you do this."

In an instant, Farah's expression became happy, and she kept rubbing her hands together, obviously believing that I was a rich man.

"Waiting for the day when Xiao Heitan is resurrected."

“We have to wait until then.

"Suddenly, happiness turned into a bitter look.

"Of course, the results haven't come out yet. I'm willing to give it, but would you, the majestic president of the Mages Guild, be willing to accept it?"

"Of course I'm glad."

Lou: Angry…”

I had forgotten how shameless this guy was.

"Anyway, we'll see when the time comes, if Xiao. Heitan is really alive." I paused and smiled.

"Even if I donate all the money I have to the Mages Guild."

"Yeah, yeah, that's pretty much it. Wait, why is it the Mages' Guild!" Old Man Farah nodded with satisfaction at first, then realized something was wrong and flipped the table angrily.

"It's obviously my credit, why should I give this money to the Mages Guild?"

"Oh, aren't you the president of the Mages Guild? You have made a contribution, and it is natural for feedback to the Mages Guild. I believe that the entire Mages Guild will be proud of having such a selfless president like you, right, Fa~la

~Will~ grow~”

I lengthened my voice and laughed with interest.

Think I'm stupid. If I give the money directly to this old man, although most of the money will benefit the entire Mages Guild in the end, there is a high probability that some of it will be withheld by this old man to tinker with his Si-human experiments.

There are constant explosions, and I don't want to help them.

"You, you brat..." Old Man Farah was so depressed that he almost tore off a few more of his few remaining beards.

"However, when the time comes, I will reluctantly support you in some SI experiments." I accepted it and waited for Old Farah, who was smiling again, to speak word by word.

"The premise is that you can't use it to do experiments that will explode."

This sentence made the other person frown again.

"Damn, you brat is getting more and more cunning. You are almost like those two old foxes. What kind of evil did I, Farah, do in my last life? I would have met you guys. Damn it, I hate the elves. Now

, immediately, immediately pack up the package and leave."

Finally, the departing figure of old man Farah continued to utter such harsh words.

"What's wrong with this old man? Why does he look like he has a deep grudge against the elves?" I asked in confusion.

"Your Majesty, the idiot prince, please recall carefully what happened when you married your majesty." The pornographic lady responded in a roundabout way.

When you married Artolia?

I thought about it and then...

With a pop, he burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!